The Strange Cabin on Catamount Island by Lawrence J. Leslie
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CHAPTER XII.
A BOLD PLAN. "Hold on, fellers! Let's get a line on what this rotten old shore looks like," Max plainly heard Ted Shafter say, in a low tone. The oars continued to dip in the water, for unless this were done continually the swift current would carry the boat downstream rapidly enough. Looking closely at the point from whence the sound proceeded Max believed he could make out an object that seemed darker than the surroundings. This then must be the boat in which the three boys had pulled all the way up from Carson; a job not to be sneered at, considering the weight of the craft, and the strength of the current. "Hang the luck, Ted, I can't see anything but just a solid blur," remarked another of the occupants of the boat; and Max knew that it was Shack Beggs, whose father was an engineer in one of the works at Carson, who made this disgusted remark. "I can see trees, and I think some rocks," said a third one, undoubtedly Amiel Toots; for he had a soft oily voice, just as Amiel was a soft oily boy, treacherous by nature, and only faithful to Ted because he really feared the big bully. "That accounts for the whole bunch of them," Max was saying to himself, and at the same time endeavoring to figure out how he could give the |
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